Causality meanders dear (near, that is.)
Though a universe to share is far (from here, that is.)
Yet, self can shatter time (fear, that is.)
And spill instant global tears (cheer, that is.)
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Fated journey, has it been?
Or lucky moments, time and again?
So many close calls, and walks on the edge,
yet I stride on, while I ought to be dead.
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the universe was born to die,
and on it's way, came you and i.
subjective extensions of fresh possibility,
and this one that we're living,
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The best selling films are good versus evil,
set in a world much like our own.
The metaphors show blatant parallels,
as we relate with all of the characters shown.
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being in forward progression, however negative, still onward.
history of the future is bleak. my science measures truth of time.
regret is not a word, but illusion of demise.
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I remember tending to great harvests,
and praising opportunity for what it was.
I remember guessing the meaning of stars,
playing with mud and laughing.
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My mind is a worn-out boxing glove,
and my brain cells hardly swing easy.
Though, my fists are a waste of good fighting tools,
since no war was ever fought with man's reason.
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Amniotic atmosphere, of birth and death alike.
Sustaining unpredictable, yet ever-present life.
Nothing has quite happened here, to cause the human flaw.
Still, paranoia thrives with pride, within a cage of harmful law.
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Personal depression
over here on my end,
it's an existential fix.
Paging from the ether
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We call a lifetime's worth of yearning, obsession.
But who can see beyond a lifetime,
enough to say it isn't eternal love?
The moth will follow a flame into battle,
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